Friday, October 25, 2002
A short and so-so trip to Atlanta. I did get to see The Transporter finally and I picked up a copy of VNV Nation's Futureperfect, but I also missed a call from Neil. He was leaving today for Chicago, his first trip there since we were kidnapped by Spooky Kitten Girl and taken to the wastes beyond the Chedder Curtain.
Rogue (he of The Crüxshadows, not she of The X-Men) came to the rescue again, by finding notes I'd made regarding needed revisions on Low Red Moon that got left on his hard drive when he saved my iBook from certain death at Dragon*Con this year. And he did it on the road, somewhere betwixt Seattle and San Francisco. If you're in or near SF, you should try to make their show tonight at The Requiem ( with Soil and Eclipse Control Theory; 330 Ritch Street, San Francisco, Tel. 510-486-1850, $12 or $10 w/costume. 18+). Give Rogue a kiss for me and tell him I said thanks, againe.
I need to work on Low Red Moon today, and start looking at the next short story, which will be either for Cemetery Dance's Taverns of the Dead or for an absinthe anthology. I'm feeling more inclined towards absinthe, in more ways than one. Regardless, I need to work. It will, hopefully, help to fill in the space between me and Providence next month.
It's grey again in Birmingham.
Also, Amazon.com is now shipping the new trade paperback edition of Silk.
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